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The Best of Intentions.

Blechnum discolor, korus unfurling in adoration.

As always I set off into the garden with the best of intentions, a list of jobs to be done. It all started off well, the sun was shining and a slight breeze ruffled the foliage. My main priority, to refill and treat a pond that had been infected with blue-green algae. I turned the water on and waited for the pond to fill. I began contemplating what to do next; standing there in the garden I looked around and realised that from that position I could see a view I hadn’t noticed for a while. I was struck by how much new life was awakening; I felt slowed down as I took in the abundance.  Everywhere rose buds were unfurling, leaves breaking free of their restraints. Perfume pervaded the air, carried some distance by a kindly zephyr. And it was all happening quietly, gently, slowly. I felt myself adjust to the langourousness of the pace. I breathed deeply. My soul swelled within me, joy filled my heart. The beauty of it all was debilitating – I had to stop, put away my list and rest quietly in its embrace. As I sat watching birds went about their business, the pond overflowed filling the garden with the sound of water running over rocks. The grass I sat on tickled bare skin, played host to tiny bugs that worked on unconcerned. It was like viewing a quilt, lots of tiny pictures all requiring a respectful attention. Tiny buds hung on bent stems, fern fronds lifted their korus, all in prayerful adoration. I spent quite some time, as though savouring a favourite meal. Now I knew my plans would be for naught. The spirit of the garden had taken hold, the faeries of old had seduced me to the land where time stands still. My surrender was complete.


“Off With Their Heads!”

It’s been a busy week both in the garden and out. I keep attempting to sit down and write then I’d  find myself wandering off to some other task. My subtle world has been awash with disturbance and so the garden has seemed more of a sanctuary than usual. I found myself accompanied by the Queen of Hearts at one point; emotion was high and as I slashed my way through an overgrowth of Hawaiian white ginger I heard her yelling “Off with their Heads!” as she encouraged me on. Thanks to such great encouragement I got a lot done and the outcome was a clarity previously unavailable and a spaciousness within the garden that allowed in light and an expanse of sky.  The openness insistently stirred my imagination. I began to plan the replanting; visions of Charles II and his Restoration palaces inspired plant choices that would create a lush and fecund environment. Lots of large glossy rounded forms, strong colour. Shrubs bedecked with flowers, climbers to carry the colour and perfume up high, an exotic dreamscape.  Sadly, without Charles’ budget reality dawned. I’m back to seed planting and potting up cuttings from last year in readiness for the new vision. It’s only a matter of time until my royally appointed retreat will be ready. As a friend was visiting we took the opportunity to visit my favourite local spot. A magnificent stand of  forest giants, our native Kauri grow amongst lush ferns and palms, the sound of water dripping from the canopy. It always has the most primeval feel, the size and age of the trees dwarfing humans and animals alike. I’m seriously fascinated by the mosses that grow everywhere in the cool and damp, their soft green beauty a refreshment to my soul. Looking up into the branches I imagine the builders of Gothic Cathedrals realising the way to hold up those huge vaulted roofs as they pondered the spreading branches looking for all the world as thought they were holding up the sky. Our hearts swelled with the grace and joy evoked by the quiet wisdom of these magnificent trees.

Wise man, that Rumi.

“Though destiny a hundred times waylays you, in the end it pitches a tent for you in Heaven.  It is God’s loving kindness to terrify you, in order to lead you to his Kingdom of safety.”  Rumi
Every time I read this I think of how painfully circuitous my journey has been and I’m humbly grateful for God’s ineffable patience.  Although, as Rumi points out it is the role of destiny to waylay us; our part is to embody the divine  patience. All around me I have the exemplar of this divine patience in my garden. Years of being unwell have led to so much neglect that now I’m facing a major restoration. Having assessed what needs doing and believe me, there’s plenty, I begin to feel sad at how things have gotten to such a pass. Yet, everywhere around me life continues, albeit in a somewhat crowded manner! Plants jostle shoulders as they reach for the light, knowing inherently how to find it, even in difficult circumstances. This is a great lesson for me, reminding me that I too, can always find the light with a strong faith. And where there is faith, there’s hope. So I follow the garden’s lead and stay present to the possibilities that a day or a week of working to restore equilibrium will bring. (More like a year…)  I sense a forgiving nature amongst my floriferous creatures, a gentle waiting for my return. All this is promised in the unfurling of a fern-frond. This loving attitude inspires me to use my newly returned energy in reciprocation. The journey has been circuitous; it did terrify me. I’m sure destiny has more such excursions planned. Right now I’m enjoying the caravanserai of Spring, which although impermanent, is a taste of things to come.

Wildness at my Front Door

Ferns and Bromeliads

This little bit of wildness greets my visitors upon their arrival, preparing them for spiders webs & other ‘natural intrusions’ to my home. The ferns, members of the Blechnum & Asplenium families, are all naturally occurring in the bush surrounding my garden.